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In a Persian garden : a song-cycle for four solo voices (soprano, contralto, tenor, and bass) with pianoforte accompaniment

Author: Liza Lehmann; Edward FitzGerald; Omar Khayyam.
Publisher: London : Metzler & Co. ; [New York : G. Schirmer, 1898], ©1896.
Edition/Format:   Musical score : EnglishView all editions and formats
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Genre/Form: Musical settings
Additional Physical Format: Online version:
Lehmann, Liza, 1862-1918.
In a Persian garden.
London : Metzler & Co. ; [New York : G. Schirmer, 1898], c1896
(OCoLC)824682523
Named Person: Omar Khayyam; Omar Khayyam.
Material Type: Internet resource
Document Type: Musical Score, Internet Resource
All Authors / Contributors: Liza Lehmann; Edward FitzGerald; Omar Khayyam.
OCLC Number: 14108576
Notes: American issue of English sheets; name of American pub./dist. from imprint in cover title.
"Design copyright 1898 by G. Schirmer"--P. 1 of wrappers.
Includes text of 31 quatrains, p. [5]-8, 1st series.
Description: 1 score (8, 76 p.) ; 31 cm.
Contents: Wake! for the sun who scatter'd into flight --
Before the phantom of false morning died --
Now the new year reviving old desires --
Irám indeed is gone with all his rose --
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring --
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon --
Ah, not a drop that from our cups we throw --
I sometimes think that never blows so red --
A book of verses underneath the bough --
Myself when young did eagerly frequent --
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend --
When you and I behind the veil are past --
But if the soul can fling the dust aside --
I sent my soul through the invisible --
Alas! that spring should vanish with the rose! --
The worldly hope men set their hearts upon --
Each morn a thousand roses brings, you say --
They say the lion and the lizard keep --
Ah, fill the cup! what boots it to repeat --
Ah, moon of my delight, that knows no wane --
As then the tulip for her morning sup --
Alas! that spring should vanish with the rose!
Responsibility: the words selected from the Rubaiyát of Omar Khayyám (Fitzgerald's translation) ... ; the music composed by Liza Lehmann ...

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